Airport 2008

I’m at Heathrow. I’ve actually been at Heathrow for the last four hours, figuring that it was cheaper and simpler to take the underground directly to the airport, sit myself down and work through the night rather than try to grab a few hours’ sleep before getting up at 3:30 am and taking a cab out.

I think I made the right choice, though no one mentioned that while Heathrow claims to be “open 365 days a year, 24 hours a day”, that just refers to the check-in area — the counters themselves are closed from midnight to 4 am, which means anyone who arrives at 1:15 in the morning has nothing to do but sit on the stupid floor for three hours while the cleaning crew works gingerly around you. Still, I got a lot of stuff done.

And now I am off to Vienna, the land of sausages, beer and chocolate. If I can find a chocolate-sausage beer — or a beer-and-chocolate sausage — I will post a photo immediately.

In the meantime, here’s my latest Sympatico/MSN DVD column, considering the endurance of the James Bond movies in light of the new Blu-ray discs. I saw them on display here, and they are gorgeous. But must we wait another season for “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service”?

Celine Dion’s love theme from “Titanic” is warbling over the PA system. At least that shuts down overnight, too.